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[ Jim's eyebrows are doing the thing Zell likes. ]

Zell?

[ That, at least, should sound familiar - though it's accented a little weirdly. ]

Is the translator broken?

[swatsflies]

[ Eyebrows and another language? Zell shouldn't find this as hot as he does. His cheeks are flushed. ]

I think what was translating everything is broken now...

[ Putting tablet down to grab Jim's hands. Just going to tap morse code against it.

"Can't understand" ]

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Seriously broken. Damn it.

[ Jim's version of damn it should be familiar enough, anyway. He focuses on Zell's hand and counts out the taps, translates them in his head, and - yeah. Damn it covers it.

"Me either," he answers. "Broken." ]

Guess we should have been studying.

[swatsflies]

[ Zell has been studying. He's been studying those eyes and eyebrows. He feels the tapping and it takes a bit for him to translate. Then he taps back...

"Maybe. Repairs. Needed."

Which doesn't bode well, but at least Miller won't be involved. Right? ]

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[ Jim tugs gently on Zell's hair and shakes his head. Absolutely no touching that coolness, even to save them all from certain death.

any other message? what - want? ]

[swatsflies]

[ He smiles and just snags that hand to nuzzle against.

Tapping against him.

Grows back.

Zell just looks at the screen and then flips to Kunsel talking. Passing tablet over so he can see that they will all have to play charades or something. The prospect of the rest of the day outside this moment kind of makes it tempting to crawl back in bed. Or to see how everyone else sounds like.

Then he'll tap on Jim again more dots and dashes.

Teach me ]

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[ Jim studies what's happening on the tablet for a moment and then sighs, already seeing the frustrating day stretching out ahead of them. He and Zell are of one mind, apparently, because Jim takes his arm and drags him back toward their nest for language lessons. ]

Bed.

[ He pats the bed helpfully. ]

Zell. [ The name's no different, though it sounds a little strange on Jim's tongue. ] Your name is Zell.

[swatsflies]

[ He goes back with him and pats the bed. ]

Bed. [ It sounds accented though.

Then patting himself and trying to repeat the word a few times. Then he'll poke at Jim's nose and tilt his head. ]

How do I say best boyfriend? [ :D ]

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How do I - something - best boyfriend?

[ Jim's repeating after Zell with zero comprehension. He taps his own nose and says, with obvious confusion: ]

Nose?

[swatsflies]

[ Do you want him to call you nose? The confusion is obvious enough that he's not sure if Jim is saying that's him or not. ]

Nose

[ And then tapping Jim's chest and tilting his head? ]

Jim.

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[ No, Zell, that's his chest!

-But okay, that clues Jim in. He nods, eagerly, and points to himself. ]

I am Jim Hawkins.

[ He leans forward and kisses Zell. ]

You are Zell. You are - [ Jim hits a snag. He doesn't have a word for boyfriend; he learned it here, so he repeats it in English: ] boyfriend.

[swatsflies]

[ He likes the chest. Putting his hand back on it, over Jim's heart as he returns the kiss. Murmuring Jim's name against his mouth. Then he leans back to poke Jim. ]

Jim Hawkins

[ Still accented and probably less rumbly than alien. He smiles at boyfriend though. He says it in his own languard. ]

Boyfriend. [ And then something familiar to Jim that he's taught him before. ] Te amo, Jim.

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Te amo.

[ Jim's grinning now. There's a part of him that really hopes they're not stuck like this, because he's enjoying it a little too much. ]

Te amo. I love you. Te amo.

[swatsflies]

[ He grins and then just kisses the tip of his nose. ]

I love you, nose.

[ Teasing on purpose. Then he'll tap Jim's mouth to tilt his head. ]

Mouth.

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[ Jim twists his mouth up at Zell and wrinkles his nose, but he can't hold even a pretend-annoyed face for long. ]

Mouth.

[ And then he grabs Zell's hand, bringing it up for a kiss. ]

Kiss.

[swatsflies]

[ He loves the pretend face. It's cute. ]

I love you, mouth.

[ He definitely knows what he's saying. Turning his hand around to brush his thumb against Jim's lips. ]

Hand? Kiss?

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[ Jim's eyes crinkle in amusement that Zell's zeroed in on that. Maybe one day he'll be used to this?

He kisses Zell's thumb and nods. ]

Kiss. Kiss.

[ To reinforce the point, he does it again. ]

[swatsflies]

[ He hums with contentment at the kisses, before laughing. There's a bubbly, warm feeling in his chest over this. Maybe this time it's not going to be bad with whatever that's going on. Giving a slower and longer kiss before he rests his forehead against Jim's. ]

Kiss. Kiss.

[ Wrapping his arms around him. ]

Hug.

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Hug.

[ This is kind of fun; Jim's not thinking about the possibility of it being permanent at the moment.

He puts his hands on either side of Zell's face and pulls them down, over his neck and to his shoulders. ]

Touch.

[swatsflies]

Hug. Hug.

[ And oh. Just going to kiss his neck instead. ]

Touch. Neck. [ This is fun. ]

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Sunshine.

[ That wasn't even an attempt at a lesson, just an exclamation. ]

[swatsflies]

[ He repeats it anyways, not sure what it is that Jim is referring to, but liking the way Jim says it. Moving down to press a kiss against his collar bone. ]

Stars. [ He murmurs the word against his skin. ]